Not Gonna Leave – The Game (feat. Trae tha Truth, Paul Wall)
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Some man gotta be gettin’ pimped in the game Do I look like I’m smokin’ and I’m off that ‘caine Can’t y’all see what the hell is going on Don’t sell your soul, you know that shit is wrong You niggas fake, you can hate but I’m not gon’ leave And I’m not going home ’till I’m sittin’ in a throne You can throw rocks at it, if you try you can die If you’re tired of these fake rap niggas say goodbye
Hopped off the G4 lift the G5 Brushed off my G6s hopped in the G-Wagon Roll through the city of Gs On the west side niggas throwin’ up Bs On the east side niggas bangin’ Cs And holla’ Black Wall Street ’till Shyne is free The ‘hood ain’t the same now, bitches wanna holla’ Trae riding shotgun in a cherry Impala Chrome hydraulics the beats is knockin’ West coast we keep it rockin’ if there’s drama we poppin’ It’s 1-8-7 when I bang that Manurhin Spin yo’ ass around like that chain Ma$e be wearin’ Motherfuckers, I’m bangin’ Swishahouse And Paul Wall got niggas screwin’ my shit down south Bitches see me on TV they feelin’ me now Say I rap like I’m from Texas and they like my style
Some man gotta be gettin’ pimped in the game Do I look like I’m smokin’ and I’m off that ‘caine Can’t y’all see what the hell is going on Don’t sell your soul, you know that shit is wrong You niggas fake, you can hate but I’m not gon’ leave And I’m not going home ’till I’m sittin’ in a throne You can throw rocks at it, if you try you can die If you’re tired of these fake rap niggas say goodbye
Sittin’ listenin’ to the Game like a madman Attitude that got me whupin’ niggas ass with my dead hand Me and la familia lookin’ for the K and sprayin’ Fuck around with Trae you can fall up in a trance then I play the game so I will lead the other gang in Houston, Texas my nigga They swore to god to keep your head but not more wrinkles my nigga I’m ABN, assholes they never vicked us nigga Give me a pen a couple stacks and Imma bless you my nigga What the fuck is they on?! Trae pop and gaze I’ve been wicked since ’97 the G without the pay I’ve been street before niggas started, my brother what’s the play In the rental with CDs and a torpedo full of K gauge off What it is me and Paul got the rest stressed Got a nigga ready to show them that we the best I’ll be the realest nigga livin’ we’ll sellin’ for dope in this If you’re lookin’ for me you can find me On the south west Motherfucker
Some man gotta be gettin’ pimped in the game Do I look like I’m smokin’ and I’m off that ‘caine Can’t y’all see what the hell is going on Don’t sell your soul, you know that shit is wrong You niggas fake, you can hate but I’m not gon’ leave And I’m not going home ’till I’m sittin’ in a throne You can throw rocks at it, if you try you can die If you’re tired of these fake rap niggas say goodbye
I came up from the bottom, livin’ broke without a buck to my name Underdog up in the game with a G-mindframe I had ambition of a dope fiend searchin’ for a fix I was in the streets grindin’ tryin’ to get in the mix All odds have been against me ever since day one But still I worked overtime ’til the job was done A couple of my partners died some of ’em got tried Now they doin’ fed time, a 20 year ride Write a letter here near, shootin’ kites to the yard ‘Til my rounds I’m countin’ on that he’ll go in hard Most of my partners turned against me when the road got rough I used to paint with deep prayers, pints of purple stuff Then reattend you feel me, but the fake still hate I’m just tryin’ to feed my family put food on the plate So I patiently wait, bringin’ pain and stackin’ paper Mind focused on my hustle, fuck a hater bitch I’m Paul Wall
Some man gotta be gettin’ pimped in the game Do I look like I’m smokin’ and I’m off that ‘caine Can’t y’all see what the hell is going on Don’t sell your soul, you know that shit is wrong You niggas fake, you can hate but I’m not gon’ leave And I’m not going home ’till I’m sittin’ in a throne You can throw rocks at it, if you try you can die If you’re tired of these fake rap niggas say goodbye